A few years ago, very few, I felt God so real in my life until I actually thought I would always feel that way. It seemed like with every breath I took, God was showing me how simple it was to trust Him. I was thinking, why have I always thought that God is too important to be concerned about every need or want that I have. I am unworthy and not fit to even be called one of His children. I am as a filthy rag in His sight, yes that is what He says in His word. So I was happy just to know that He had redeemed me through His Son, Jesus's blood. Many are the times that God has proven Himself to me, and asssured me that anything I asked in Jesus' name, He would give me. I believed that, yet I couldn't believe that. I just was not good enough to ask God for much. I disappointed my Father by not asking Him for things that I really wanted. Of course not things that were unreasonable. He finally taught me to, "just believe," I think when I really woke up to that statement made by God, was when He showed me through a little bird how silly I was by not believing. I have a screed-in patio with two doors leading off it. A door on two sides. Someone had left one of the doors open and a little bird had flown inside. Not knowing that the bird was there, someone closed the door and the little bird had tried over and over to get out. I opened my kitchen door to the patio and saw the little bird flying into the screened walls almost knocking itself out, only to keep trying to escape. I walked out and opened both patio doors wide and proped them open and went back inside so not to scare the bird. I thought it can surely get out now. Not so. The scared little bird kept flying into the screens, passing up the open door every time. It was so beat up till it couldn't hardly fly anymore. I wanted to leave and just let it find it's way out, and I did. The little bird would not give up, but still could not find the open door. I stayed hid but kept watching, then by accident the little bird went throught the open door. The Lord seemed to say to me, "you are like that bird. You work yourself to death trying to escape your problems when a door is open to you all the time. Don't be afraid, just trust me, I am telling you now you have an open door." I thought how foolish I was to try to do it by myself, all because I thought my God was too important to bother. God gave me that assurance then proved Himself in a great way, more than once. But I have recently found myself wondering why I am still praying for the same things for a year or more. What happened to that easy faith, God gave me? Is what I'm praying for too big to believe God for? Yes, it is. I am praying for my little greatgrandson who is paralized from his neck down after being hit by a high speeding automobile while foot scooting. He has a perfect mind but no movement from his neck down. He has been lying in this condition for two years, and I believed God would bring him up off that bed and he would be able to climb the high mountain at Lake Altus again like hes done many times before. Zak is 15 and I am still praying for him every night. But like the little bird, I can't seem to find the open door. Please pray with me that Zak, even though he has not moved a mussle in two years, That God will raise him up off that bed.
God bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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